The Centre

by Ayesha Manazir Siddiqi

But this other feeling—this feeling of a life not fully lived—that was worse, practically unbearable. I felt constantly thwarted, and I didn’t even know by what.

And yet, it is this slow burning love of female friendship that actually keeps the world turning.

The body, I started to see, was a memory keeper. It knew everything. It made me sad that I had lived at such a remove from this fountain of knowledge, that this communication with my own self had been so badly severed.